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Tranny Nina Arsenault has a column in Toronto's Fab magazine, which this issue tackles the micropenis. "We were already en route to his Rosedale home when I told him what I am... 'No, you're hardly going to notice it,'" she said of her own tucked away piece of extra flesh. "It'll be easy for you to pretend it's not there."

"He gasped and gripped his Calvins. The tiny white tent pitched between his legs couldn't have been more than half an inch high. He was smaller than, well, me."

Arsenault is not impressed with teeny little soldiers. Like those of Keith, Mario, and finally, Chad. "Chad called me on a shemale sex phone line more for therapy than for getting off. He'd been married three times to women he loved dearly. His button-like penis could barely rub against their labial folds. Filling their vaginal cavities with battery-powered plastic wasn't doing it, either. They left him with a nervous breakdown and an array of toys.... He knew his wives had entered into relationships with him without much sexual attraction. That is what he found most painful. I thought back to the men I had known and said, 'They must have really, really loved you to do that.'"

Only one guy -- a straight man -- has ever discussed his penis size with me. He announced his length -- which was no where near the eight inches advertised in the classified ads I see regularly. "Is that good?" I asked. He looked at me, and his brow furrowed. "It's above average," he said. "That's why I told you."